365 Day Contract

Chapter 32

Twice Jihan pelted Shaka using a pillow because she did not want to stop chasing him. Now the condition of the room is quite messy, pillows and blankets scattered on the floor. The bed on the bed is also out of shape. The couple was like a cat and mouse chasing in a hotel room.

"Stop Mr. Shaka, I can't run anymore." Jehan's breath was severed with disjointed speech. Jihan was like running out of a marathon after running around a hotel room measuring 8 x 14 meters because of Shaka.

Jihan dropped her body on the sofa closest to her. The woman lay there, no longer concerned about Shaka's approaching presence. Because Jihan no longer has the energy to avoid.

"Sir Shaka if you want to hug me, just hug. I'm sincere, as long as there's compensation money." Cerocos Jihan in closed eyes. His breathing was still hunting, it was clear his chest was going up and down.

Shaka snorted, who would want to hug Jihan. That guy just wants to fuck Jihan. But who would have thought that Jihan's reaction was excessive, the woman got out of bed and ran when approaching. Of course Shaka is getting more ignorant by chasing Jihan.

"What a good thing is to hug you. You're not my type." Said Shaka with a quip. Jihan instantly opened her eyes and glanced at the scruffy. His words to Shaka the other day were even turned on him. Shaka may be upset when he says that Jihan is not the kind of guy she is.

Shaka passed towards the bed, the man picked up a pillow and threw it on the bed, then dropped down there. Shaka seemed unconcerned by the messy condition of the bed sheet.

Seeing Shaka so relaxed after sneering at him, Jihan suddenly disliked seeing Shaka's calmness. He got up from the sofa and approached Shaka. Cold and stiff men like Shaka do need to be bullied.

Jihan slowly climbed onto the bed. The movement was realized by Shaka, now the two are staring at each other.

"It's cold sir, suddenly I want to be in the hug." Said Jihan while approaching and lying next to Shaka tampa at a distance. Shaka's eyes glared, he wanted to shift away but it was too late. Jihan's hands reached for Shaka's body to hug.

"Husband's own embrace is not a sin, sir.?" Jihan asked pretended to be stupid, then drowned her face in the chest of Shaka's field. He could hear Shaka's heartbeat speeding up.

"Don't joke, Jihan, get out of there." Shaka tried to push Jihan's shoulder to release her embrace. But instead of escaping, Jihan's embrace even tighter and make Shaka's arm crimp with a chewy object belonging to Jihan. Jakun Shaka up and down swallows saliva. It was a normal reaction of a man when coming into contact with sensitive objects belonging to the opposite sex.

"So it was not Mr. Shaka who wanted to hug me, now I offer to hug you. Mr. Shaka don't worry, I won't ask for compensation." Jihan held back the laughter behind her face that was hidden in the chest of Shaka's field.

But in hindsight, it was also quite a hug to Shaka's large body. In addition to providing warmth, its masculine fragrance is able to soothe.

"You are long unsettling.!" This time Shaka pushed Jihan's shoulder a bit hard, until Jihan's embrace completely slipped off. Jihan became pouting.

"I should have said so, sir. The most troubling thing is Mr. Shaka. I often show off my chest and torn bread in front of me. My eyes are so stained." Grunts Jihan. With his ignorant behavior, Jihan even touched Shaka's stomach.

The man who was in serious fashion seemed shocked by Jihan's bold action. Shaka reflexes holding Jihan's hand to stop the hand from moving from above her stomach.

"You who insist do not want to be touched, but deliberately provoked me. You're really curious about a man who's not a jaka already.?" Shaka said while carving out a meaningfully slanted smile. Jihan crabbed at the sight of that horrible look. He had trouble swallowing.

"Hehe, sorry sir, I was just kidding." Jihan pulled her hand from Shaka's grasp, slowly shifting away.

"Don't sir, I don't want to be a widow in a situation like a woman." Jihan was resisting loudly.

"But you woke up a sleeping lion, Jihan. Look,," Shaka points his eyeballs down, right between his thighs. Jihan's innocence, she instead followed Shaka's gaze. As a result, his eyes were stained by seeing a large mound protruding behind his pants.

"You have to take responsibility. When you wake up, it's hard to get to bed again." Shaka Whispe. Jihan surged in shock, either since when the distance became that close to Shaka, but it was already far away.

"Sir Shaka isn't serious, is he.? Me,,,,"

Jihan's words stopped when her mouth was silenced by Shaka's lips. The man deftly kissed Jihan's lips, menge cap and me lu mat very softly. Jihan appears rebellious, but Shaka's one hand holds Jihan's back head so that their lips don't come off.

Long enough Shaka enjoyed the chewy and sweet object, until Shaka was forced to let go because his lips were bitten by Jihan.

"Aww.haw.! Jihan, you're that,,!!" Shaka almost went berserk, he touched his sore and sore lips.

"Who Mr. Shaka kisses me." Reply Jihan relax. He rubbed his wet lips using a blanket. Wet from Shaka.

"I kissed my own wife, where's the fault.?!" Firm Shaka. Again he turned around Jihan's words.

"Iishh, just say steal a chance." Jihan pulled the blanket, covered her body to the extent of her neck, then turned to her back to Shaka.

Unsatisfied with teasing Jihan, Shaka infiltrates into the same blanket and attacks Jihan with a kiss on the neck, but only playfully.

Jihan screamed and hysterically herself inside the blanket. Want to escape but difficulty because it is locked by Shaka's large body.

"Sir Shaka don't, ouch amused, stop,,!!" Jihan tries to dodge, but in vain. Shaka actually pranks Jihan all out, putting a touch on Jihan's neck with a kiss of her lips.

"Geli or yummy.?" Whisper Shaka jahil. He chuckled complacently, then stepped away from the top of Jihan's body.

Well Jihan was cut off, she looked very limp. Even so, Jihan could still give Shaka a sharp look.

"I'm asking for compensation, anyway.! You can kiss my lips again and kiss my neck.! Mr. Shaka thinks I'm a fuckin' woman.!" Jihan's lips pursed. Instead of being scared, Shaka laughed at JIhan's cute expression.

"You're kissed by your own husband but feel harassed. Don't kiss you, sleepin you don't matter either, Jihan." He got out of bed and went to the couch to lie there.

Jihan's frown, why did Shaka move to the sofa.? Inner wonder.